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I hate when say they feel me man, I hate that shit.
It'll be a time before y'all feel me, if ever

You feel me until everybody
Say they you, but it's not love
And suit is oxblood
And the girl you hates you
And your friends faded off of
you ordered
Then forget about the game you on top of
Your famous ass keep getting
Thicker the plot does
And you forget her, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride with the top up
Or get three for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal the questions
About all your excessive
And you do dinners at Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and of Dolce
That right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy
put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you own every you choose to be at now
Walking airport security with your hat down
Instead of a pat down, they just keep on
Saying that they feel you,

Yeah,
It's been too
Been way too

I've been faded too
been faded too long
I've been too long
Why it start? The ride
Why won't it The ride

You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you yourself you're in it
And the world around you that your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that tinted
You a minute, you got it
You know its when your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, just a way of life
Apartment fifteen o three, some couches and
you record with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night you swear you getting
That champagne was for gas and phone bills
But you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and that you can beat a nigga
And come out night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories that nobody to
And even though they hate you they just on telling you they feel ya nigga

I haven't inside terminal one and three in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got your on
That runway can be cold after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it's got you asking what's good at
good at home?
The same hoes are at it, I shoulda known
My niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones
children that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still
Brand new titties, still showing
Yeah and she just praying that it good
I'm bout to fuck and I'm just that it feels good
I really don't know much but shit I know a
They say more money problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean there's some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on my and I feel amazing
Young money maker, ticket holder
switching over
I come through bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in
I'm out here messing over the lives of these
That couldn't fuck with my freshman
Look at that fucking chip on your nephews
My I was all for it, they all saw it
My and senior will only get meaner
care nigga

I'm faded, faded, faded, faded (the ride)
Why won't it the ride?
Why won't it the ride?
Why won't it ooh the ride?